It converges upon a point
I look down at it and wonder
Who could be next, what could be next
Someone once said, take it slow, real slow
Breath in for once, take a gander
Feel it through, deep down, from within
More than you ever have before
Daytime or nighttime, no bother
Study this well to be on top
It is a gift for the gander
A small prize for the short effort
Open up, give in, let it come
There are so many more to see
Seconds to enjoy
Did you
Count
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